Face Her ManA Poem by ROXANE DORSEY
To whom she belongs I dare not go.
The gale belongs to another fellow I'd dare not to know. In her beauty, he's to glow through eyes of clear pane sure to shatter many hearts in two. Torn in looks, she grabs for beauty in a jar. Liquid face to help make up beauty won't last. Laying down towards nights end, she puts away her beauty, made in Japan, on the night stand. Then again when in need quick dashes to the cosmetic stand to replace her face for that man. I dare not know. To whom she belongs I dare not go. For her man, told me so! © 2017 ROXANE DORSEY |
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2 Reviews Added on October 14, 2017 Last Updated on October 14, 2017 AuthorROXANE DORSEYbaltimore, MDAboutlove poetry since it has been embedded in my mind deeply way back when I was 4 years old. A very good reader in pre-school. Nursery rhymes tuned me in even deeper. more..Writing
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